The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 267

Eric’s words hung in the air, unfinished, as he noticed Eder’s brows knit together, a flicker of melancholy crossing his usually unreadable eyes.

“I have imposed strict confidentiality on everyone about the virus coursing through me. Let’s keep it that way. Especially from Grace!” Eder commanded, his voice echoing with a dull finality.

“Understood.” Eric paused, looking apprehensive. “But Boss, even if we can suppress this secret now, Miss Salen will have to grapple with your sudden demise five months from now. It’s going to inflict unimaginable pain on her.”

“I’m aware. Give me time to ponder over it.” Eder averted his gaze, his expression etched with exhaustion. His eyelashes fluttered, hinting at an internal battle he struggled to contain.

Eric recognized his pain. This was perhaps Eder’s most challenging moment, a crossroads of heartache and duty.

Late into the night, Eric exited the room, leaving Eder to his solitude in the sterile confines of the lab ward.

The night unfolded in quiet serenity. The trees outside the window shivered under the whispering wind, and soon, a soft rain began to drizzle.

Eder turned towards the window, watching as raindrops slid down the glass. His once commanding and prideful visage was now shrouded in melancholy, his expression a kaleidoscope of thoughts. His reverie was interrupted by the beep of his phone, signaling a new message. Unlocking his phone, Eder’s eyes landed on a message from Grace.

“Eder, are you managing to get some rest on the border?” the message read.

“I’ve heard about the strong ultraviolet rays there. Are you going to return with a tan? Haha! Should I start calling you ‘Bronzed Eder?” another ping announced the arrival of her subsequent message.

Grace’s playful banter brought a smile to his lips, a rare moment of levity in the otherwise clinical surroundings.

His mind’s eye painted an image of Grace’s face, lively and teasing as she penned those words. A sudden, overwhelming longing overtook him-the desire to hold her close and never let

After some time, another message from Grace illuminated the screen.

“Have you fallen asleep? Or is it difficult to reply from there?”

issue? Then I won’t intrude. Goodnight!” swiftly

curled into a bitter smile. His fingers danced lightly over the lines of text Grace had

screen.

broke free, silently tracing a path down his cheek, nestling into the short hair at his temple, disappearing as if it

the intensity making his body tremble uncontrollably. He doubled over on the bed, beads of sweat rolling off the tip of his nose, and the veins stood out

torment, the pain searing

forcing a pained groan from his lips. With a

for the alarm on the bedside table. In his weakened state, before he could press the alarm, he tumbled off

in an adjacent room. Rushing over, he pushed the door open and was

to avoid agitation and extreme emotions. Heart angina is lethal when it flares up! Murmuring

time to take effect, all Dr. B could do was assist Eder back onto the bed. and tuck him under the blanket. He stayed by his side for several hours, only exhaling a sigh of relief when

sleep eluded Grace as

ceiling, her thoughts wandered to the last time Eder was on a mission and narrowly escaped a bullet to his heart, bleeding profusely. Now, he was

left in the dark about his well-being and the current state of affairs. While caught in her

the next morning as she

oblivious to the fact that the man she had

billowing around

fingers gracefully turned the pages, an effortless aura of aristocracy emanating from him. His extraordinarily handsome face could leave one breathless,

Eder lifted his gaze towards the door, his eyes softening as he

face as she looked at him closely. “I didn’t expect you to go to the border and come back without getting a tan. I want to taste this honey-colored skin!” She playfully pecked his cold, thin lips, her

were home if I hadn’t seen Eric standing at the door by chance. Were

skillfully concealing the weariness in his eyes.

to hide it, Grace could sense a melancholic undertone in his voice. “Did things not go well at the border? You seem

a slight smile and opened his arms to

Grace moved to his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Her